Ch 1.4 –

Fall rolled on and Quinn tried to put her bad luck behind her. She dove into work projects and focused on promotions. She became very close with her boss and CEO after many long nights at the office. It paid off and soon Quinn had a nice padding in her savings account and started to plan renovations for her house, but decided to wait on that since the holidays were rolling up and she wanted to throw a Thanksgiving party for her friends. She did her shopping and since all the leaves were falling and turning beautiful colors, Quinn decided to walk home. She was on the home stretch and her arms were getting tired from hauling all the food when she saw a familiar face.

“Hey rain girl,” he said, grinning at her.

“Oh.. hey. Leo right?” Quinn replied, adjusting the bags in her hands. She was embarrassed and was tired of carrying the groceries and just wanted to bolt.

“Do you need some help with that?” he asked, reaching for a bag.

“Uh. I don’t think so, but thanks for the offer,” she said, walking past him, trying to forget he even existed.

She walked for a moment, but she could tell he was following her. What gives? She hadn’t seen him in months since she made an ass of herself and kissed him and she sure as hell didn’t want to be around him now. She kept walking, hoping he would just give up, until she was a block away from her house. She stopped and then dropped her bags in the yard and turned around.

“Look. I don’t know why you are following me or why you even want to talk to me after what happened, but I’m very uncomfortable and wish you would just stop,” she snapped at him.

He just looked at her quizzically. “Quinn. I think you misunderstood what I meant that morning. It’s not that I wasn’t interested, I just wasn’t interested after you dated three horrible guys in one weekend. I didn’t want to be the fourth,” he said, stepping closer to her.

“Look Leo. I’d rather not get into this again. It was really embarrassing for me, ok? I was in a bad place and I’m over it now, but being around you reminds me of that night and I’m not ok with that,” she said, grabbing the bags again and heading to the front door.

He annoyingly held it open for her and she glared at him, but was happy to not have to struggle into the house. She started getting pots and pans out and he was still just there, like a puppy waiting to play.

“You could chop some onions,” Quinn said, pointing with a knife towards a cutting board.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, dicing away.

She watched with awe as he expertly cut the onion into a perfect dice.

“How did you learn to do that?” she asked, “I always end up with a mess when I cut vegetables.”

“Eh. Just something I’ve picked up over the years,” he said.

They worked together in silence for a couple hours.

“I guess I should probably get outta here,” Leo said after the turkey went into the oven.

“Oh.. just when I was about to invite you to dinner,” Quinn laughed, secretly relieved he was about to go.

“I was just going to pop home and grab what’s cooking in my oven!” he said, laughing.

Dammit.

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Quinn loved having the house full of people. Everyone brought really delicious food. Salad, turkey, decadent, deep-fried desserts, and Leo (trying to outdo everybody, apparently) brought lobster.

Everyone stuffed themselves full of good food before dancing the night away! Quinn was so happy with her first Thanksgiving in Twinbrook.

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As the night was winding down and everyone was leaving with the leftovers, Quinn found herself alone with Leo. They stared at each other for a while, Christmas music playing in the background. Quinn felt ridiculous like a teenager, palms sweating.

“Well..” Quinn said, shrugging, “thanks for coming. Your lobster was delicious.”

“Come here you,” Leo said, crossing the room to her.

“Huh?”

“Shut up.”

He pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. She felt like lightening was bouncing through her body. She was afraid to let go in case he was going to pull away.

Quinn halfheartedly kissed him and then he did pull away.

“What’s wrong?” Leo asked.

She searched his face for some reason not to do this, but came up empty handed. She lunged for him, clinging to him. It had been so long since she felt like someone had genuine interest in her and she let go. She let go of all the bad feelings from Donny, her bad dates and her insecurities.

She felt him lead her back towards the bedroom and normally, she would fight it, but for some reason, she really didn’t care. She wanted him so badly and they almost tripped over each other.

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Quinn thought she was going crazy, but then she heard her doorbell again. What time was it? She crawled out of bed, trying not to disturb Leo. She noted how cute he looked while he slept, but was disturbed by the doorbell for the third time. Dammit, it had to still be the middle of the night.

She opened the door to see her pregnant boss, Jenni, staring at her, in visible pain.

“Jenni, what’s going on? What time is it?” Quinn asked, confused.

“I don’t know, maybe 11. I was on my way home when I started to feel contractions. I tried to get home, but realized I forgot my house keys here. I need help, Quinn!” she said, bending over and grabbing her stomach.

“Ok, ok. What do you need me to do?” Quinn asked.

“Can you find my keys and take me to the hospital? You can drive stick, right?” Jenni asked, looking around the room frantically.

“Oh god. No,” Quinn said, starting to worry.

“Ugh god, it’s ok. Can you please just come with me? My husband is out of town and I’m scared. I really can’t be alone, Quinn. I know I’m your boss, but you’re my best friend. You’re the only one I want there right now,” Jenni begged.

Quinn hated to see her in pain, so she dressed quickly and got in the car. She felt bad leaving Leo there alone without saying anything, but she had to be there for her friend.

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At 9:46 am, Jenni gave birth to a healthy baby boy named Sylvester. They both left the hospital exhausted, Quinn offering to catch a cab home so Jenni could get home and rest.

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She finally got in the door at almost noon, absolutely drained. That’s when she remember Leo. Shit. Was he still here? Quinn looked around and checked in the bedroom, but no Leo. For some reason she felt sick to her stomach. She walked into the kitchen and saw a note taped to the fridge.

Dear Quinn. I had a great time last night, but apparently you didn’t feel the same. You could have woken me up and told me to leave instead of fleeing in the middle of the night. I didn’t know I was that repulsive. Don’t worry, I won’t be bothering you anymore. My contract is up and I was considering renewing, but I decided to move back to my hometown. I was looking for a reason to change my mind, but there’s nothing in Twinbrook for me.
-L

Quinn sat down at the dining room table, reading and re-reading the note. She felt hot tears spring to her eyes. She had no idea he was so close to moving and that last night was the last time she would ever see him. She felt like an idiot for snubbing him and crawled into bed with the note, clinging to the pillow he used and sobbed herself to sleep.

Ch 1.3 – (Un)lucky in love

As the summer started to cool into fall, Quinn decided to test her luck in the online dating world. She wasn’t quite ready for love yet, but she wanted some company. She loved her friends at work, but she just felt so lonely when she went home to her empty house. She had always had roommates through college and missed the sounds of other people being around. So, one fateful day, she went to the library and browsed some dating sites. She decided on match.com and immediately found a bunch of cute guys. Oliver the eco-friendly vegetarian, Shamus the family-friendly military man and Justin the laid-back school teacher. They all seemed nice, so Quinn started emailing with all of them, and everything seemed fun.

After a few weeks, they started to bug her to meet up and go on a date. So one weekend, she set up a date a day with each of them. For Oliver, she invited him to be her date at a Labor Day party by the pool. All her friends from the office were there, so she was hoping this would go well.

It was almost five o’clock, and Quinn had been staring at the door, waiting for her prince charming. She saw different people come and go, but not the man from his picture.

Eventually she gave up and dove into the pool. She was just lounging when she heard someone shout her name. She turned and looked to see a gorgeous, tanned man asking for her, eyes skimming the pool.

“Oliver?” she asked, sun glinting in her eyes.

“Hey there Quinn! You look as pretty as your picture,” he said, hoisting her out of the pool.

They stood and chatted for a while.

He seemed to be getting a little too cozy, but the drinks were flowing, and in the moment, Quinn didn’t mind.

The sun began to set, and there was a chill in the air. Oliver decided to start a fire, and he and Quinn sat together, warming themselves. He snaked a hand up her thigh, and she jerked back.

“What are you doing? We just met and here, at the party?” Quinn said, pulling away from him.

“Lady, chill. Why else do people meet on these websites?” Oliver asked, looking irritated.

“I thought to date and ‘meet your match’. I wanted to find a boyfriend, not be a whore!” Quinn retorted.

“Wow, well I guess we are just looking for different things,” Oliver said, throwing his hands up in the air, “I’m married.”

With that, he took off, leaving Quinn alone at the fire. She was too shell-shocked to even be upset and decided to stuff herself with toasted marshmallows and watch the final fireworks show of the summer.

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It was a few weeks before Quinn really felt like meeting up with another guy. It was a cold autumn night when she agreed to meet with Justin. Her first impression was lacking. He was a teacher, but he looked like one of his students. He was very immature and reminded her a little of Donny. She was starving, but Justin wanted to play foosball.

“So let me guess. Married? Girlfriend? Family?” Quinn asked, losing miserably at the game.

“Huh? No, why?” Justin asked, bewildered by the questions.

“Oh.. good. No reason,” Quinn said, feeling foolish for thinking everyone would be so shitty.

Just as she started to get into the game and enjoy herself, Justin decided to go off and get some drinks. She watched as he slinked up to the bar and smacked one of the waitresses on the ass. “Hey sweetcheeks, gimme a beer!”

Quinn stood there with her mouth hanging open, and when he wasn’t looking, she took off. What an asshole!

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The next day, she decided to go for broke. She met with Shamus at a classy little cocktail bar. She wore her sexiest black dress and painted on an extra-thick layer of lipstick. She was so tired of striking out! The first thing she noticed was that he looked nothing like his picture. Instead of luscious hair, he had a luscious receding hairline. She tried not to be judgmental and instead, knocked back a few drinks.

They moved to the dance floor and she was about to let go and have some fun when she saw the ring on his finger. Wow. Another one. She turned on her heel and walked towards the door.

“Quinn. Quinn? Where are you going?” Shamus asked, chasing after her.

“What could you possibly have to say? I see the ring on your finger. You’re married!” Quinn shouted at him.

“Keep it down would you. It’s not what you think. We are only together for the kids,” he snarled at her, looking around to make sure nobody heard.

“Just take me home. This date is over,” Quinn mouthed to him, heading down to the exit.

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Just as she though the night couldn’t get any worse, Shamus’ car broke down a mile from her house. After waiting an hour while he tried to tinker with it, she started to get anxious. She was stuck out here in the middle of the night with a creepy guy she didn’t know.

Just as she was starting to panic, she noticed someone up on the hill taking a dog out. She decided it was now or never and darted off into the rain.

She slipped on the wet grass and started to fall when she felt two strong arms lift her up.

“You ok, ma’am?”he asked.

“Oh.. well.. um. I’m so sorry for trespassing, but is there any possibility of getting a ride home?” Quinn asked, she was shivering and didn’t want to push this man, but she wanted to get home.

“Do you need some help, I see your hus-” she cut him off.

“He’s not my husband. In fact he’s a creepy old man and I don’t feel safe with him. He can’t even get his car running and I just don’t want to be here anymore!” Quinn shouted, feeling the hot tears start to flood into her eyes. Luckily it was raining so it wasn’t noticeable.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry miss, just one second let me go get my keys. I’ll give you a ride home,” he said, jogging back into the house.

 

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“Do you want some coffee?” Quinn asked, once she was home and in dry clothes.

“It’s kind of late.. but, sure.” the guy said, sitting down at her table as Quinn got two mugs out of the cupboard.

They sat and talked until the morning sun peeked through the windows. She learned he was into politics, just moving to Twinbrook a few weeks earlier to work for a campaign office. His name was Leo and they were both neat freaks.

Eventually, when they were both too tired to talk anymore, Leo got up to leave.

“Thanks for the coffee, Quinn,” he said, “maybe you’ll have some better luck soon!” he winked, eyes twinkling.

Before she knew what she was doing, she felt herself lean in and kiss him.

He jerked away.

“Quinn. Please don’t. It’s not that you aren’t pretty, I just don’t think you’re in the right mindset for this,” Leo said.

She bowed her head in shame and felt him touch her cheek.

“You’re a great girl, but you’ve had a rough night and I don’t want to add to your troubles.”

Before she could even reply, he was gone.

Ch 1.2 – Another one bites the dust

Quinn quickly fell into a rhythm. It helped her get her mind off of Donny, and she funneled all of the frustration into work. And it paid off. Quinn was being trusted with more and more assignments, and when she got promoted, she decided to celebrate. First she spruced up the house a bit, and bought a real dining set.

She also decided to go check out the summer festival. Her boss had noticed the extra hours and urged her to go relax while the weather was still nice. She wasn’t sure how much fun she would have at a town festival where she hardly knew anybody, but she decided to suck it up and went anyways. As she walked up the street, she started to feel more excited. She could hear music, smell delicious (albeit unhealthy) fried foods, people laughing and having fun, and she jogged the rest of the way.

“Hey! Quinn!” she heard her voice being shouted from somewhere.

She turned around and saw Adam, a guy from accounting at the office.

“Oh, hey Adam! What’s up?” Quinn asked, walked over to him.

“Com’eer,” he said, pulling her arm towards a stand, “enter the hotdog eating contest with me! The chef and her sister are entering, we can’t let them win their own contest!” said Adam, dragging her to a spot on the table.

“That’s a lot of hotdogs…” Quinn said.

“It’s ok, you’re way too skinny anyways!” Adam teased, licking his lips at the plate of hotdogs.

*DING*

“YOU MAY BEGIN” shouted the announcer. Quinn laughed as she double-fisted a couple of hotdogs and shoved them into her face.

Adam came away the victor in this competition, but he kindly split his festival tickets with Quinn so she could get a cool carnival prize. They walked around together, eating snacks and checking out the photo booth and face painting stations. The sun started to set, and Adam took off leaving Quinn alone. She had so much fun today, she wasn’t really ready to go home yet, so she headed over to the roller skate rink. She had never been on a pair of skates in her life and was more than a bit wobbly.

“Aah!!” she shouted, trying with all her might to regain her balance.

“Hey.” she heard a voice coming up from behind. She turned and looked and saw a guy skate up to her. He reached out and steadied her hand. “Like this. Watch me,” he said to her.

They skated until it was dark and eventually, when Quinn felt like her legs were going to fall off and crumble apart, they hopped out of the roller rink. Quinn plopped herself down, absorbing the last of the suns heat from the sidewalk to warm her now-freezing bum.

“This seat taken?” she heard the mans voice, and turned to him. “Nope!” she smiled and he sat down next to her.

“I’m Larry, by the way,” he said.

“I’m Quinn.”

They talked, laughed and leaned back to watch the stars together. It wasn’t until Quinn was close enough to smell his after-shave that she noticed how much older he was. He had to be close to 45, while she was only 26.

Eventually they became best of friends, but nothing more. They would sometimes spend the night together, but it was completely platonic. One night, he fell asleep on her bed reading a book and she pulled a blanket onto him. Sometimes she felt extremely attracted to him, but he had the same reservations as her.

Later that summer, a fling turned serious when Larry proposed. Quinn tried to be happy for him, and in a way she really was, but she also felt a sharp pang of jealousy and a similar wave of pain from what she experienced with Donny. She knew they would never be as close again, and she was right. The night after he told her, she crawled into the shower, sobbing, letting the tears wash down her body. Why did life have to hit so hard?

They went from hanging out daily to weekly, then only when Shadia was around and down to nothing. She knew they were busy with wedding plans, so she tried to distance herself and be happy with the bi-monthly IM from Larry. One night, she foolishly signed up on match.com, thinking it would help her love life.

Ch 1.1 – When one door closes, another opens (theoretically)

Quinn stepped off the bus, immediately hit by the heat. Summer was in full swing and she realized she was dressed a little too heavily for this weather. Growing up on the coast, Quinn was used to cool, ocean breezes that made even the hottest days tolerable. She idly rolled up her sleeves and her mind wandered back to the conversation she had with Donny just the day before.

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Quinn, you’re just too much for me to handle.
Too much?
You’re a control freak, Quinn. Everything has to be your way, everything in it’s place, nothing out of order.. including me.
But Donny, we’ve been together for six years and you’ve never said a word to me about this. I’m sure it’s just the shock of finally having our degrees.
She remembered trying to reach out to touch his arm, but he ripped it away.
Don’t you get it, Quinn?? We’re done. Finished. Kaput. You spent the last two years in an internship training for a job that you took without consulting me. You rented a house in another state to take that job and you never stopped to think how I feel. I’m not as rigid at you Quinn, I don’t see myself married in a house with children running around. I want to play my guitar, maybe in a band and become somebody!
Donny, you sound ridiculous. This isn’t middle school, we are adults now and maybe you don’t like it, but you have to do adult things. You can’t just be a rockstar. It’s time to get your mind out of the clouds!
That’s just it, Quinn,
he said, turning his back to her, I can be anything I want because I’m free now. I met this girl, Cindy, and she has opened my eyes to a whole new world about underground music. I’m not going to be controlled by you anymore. I’ve found someone who GETS me.
It was almost like it was on queue. A tall brunette in skyscraper stilettos stepped out of the bathroom and walked over in their direction. Quinn flicked her eyes over the woman and wondered if she was Cindy. There was a huge crowd of graduates and families, she could have been going anywhere. But it was the cold stare the woman gave her as they locked eyes while she sauntered over that made Quinn realize this was Cindy. It was a stare she would never forget, and she instantly felt like there were a thousand rocks in her stomach.

The woman came up and snaked her arms around Donny’s waist. She purred something in his ear and then turned her attention to Quinn.
This her?
Yeah. Don’t worry, baby, I cleared things up. I think everything is done here.
Fantastic, you can’t be late for your first big gig. My rent depends on it, the woman said, winking at Donny.
Sorry Quinn, but this just isn’t going to work out. Goodbye.
With that, Donny and Cindy turned and headed off across the lawn. Quinn just stared. Cindy was tall, toned, tan and exuded a confidence she had never seen before in a person. Cindy only turned around once, glaring at Quinn, as to say, back off, he’s mine now.
Quinn remembered saying her goodbyes to her family and heading home, finding Donny’s things packed and gone. She flopped down on the bed and began to sob. But having things to get done motivated her to finish packing. She drifted into fitful sleep before waking up and heading to the greyhound station, ready to leave all of this behind her.

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It was nightfall by the time the taxi finished winding through the rural farmland and entered the bustling town of Twinbrook. The cab pulled up to a small house, and Quinn did a double take.

“Are you sure this is the correct house?” she asked, confused.

“3221 Lakeview Drive, right?” the cabbie asked, visbily irritated.

“Yeah.. I guess this is the place,” Quinn murmured, pretty disappointed. The pictures the rental office sent her were, well, a little different than the house in front of her eyes. In the photos it was brick and the agent assured her that it had been remodeled to look even better. But cheap siding wasn’t exactly what she considered better.

Oh well, at least it was pre-furnished. She could ignore the siding if she had some nice furniture.

But the first thing she saw when she walked in the front door was the ‘spacious kitchen and dining area’. It was outdated, ugly, and the ‘dining set’ was an outdoor patio table with ONE chair.

She rounded the corner to look at the living room, and was shocked to see it was completely empty. No couch, no chair, not even a bookshelf. Just a couple drafty windows.

She felt so duped. She poured all of her savings into renting this house for three months and it wasn’t even fully furnished. She decided to just give up for the night and headed into the bedroom, half expecting it to be empty, as well. She found an outdated, but large bed crammed into a small bedroom.

She changed into PJ’s and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for her. Not surprisingly, it was cramped and small, with outdated appliances. At this point, she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to get some rest before her first day of work in the morning.

Welcome

So after major issues with my game, I decided to wipe my hard drive and reinstall everything. My game is up and running (with seasons, praise jesus) and I decided to do a real legacy challenge. The rules can be found here, along with a new roller app so you don’t have to roll each section by hand. But basically, the point is to play through 10 generations from one sim, without using any money cheats or other cheaty features of the game. Everything has to be earned and you have to follow the rules that you rolled for. If you roll a single parent with 5 kids, well have fun with that. It’s great for people like me that love the sims franchise, but are bored of the same routes we always take. I started a couple before, but I was having a lot of problems and deleted everything.

My heir for generation one is Quinn Hardy. She is a clean freak, social butterfly with a mind for business just starting out in a new town after her boyfriend of six years dumped her after their college graduation.

Here’s Quinn! (yes, she’s on the toilet)